The Death Cure Newt Death Page นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Complete torture of the human mind! "Hey! You get up off your human disease state! You are well, go home, he happy again!" to my no surprise, I saved 11 men and women the same way! As medicine, I asked them to drink more water! They were all earlier patients of depression, and now all of them are dying young! I could carry a surgical operation in their thoughts! They were all well! Some even talk to me daily to know the details of my death cure method. I tell them the truth, "Acceptance of death leads to death. Rejection of death leads to life".

Inside were some common medications and painkillers. He took out a syringe and a small vial of clear liquid. It wasn't a painkiller, but a highly concentrated medical anesthetic, typically used only during surgery. I watched as he skillfully drew the liquid into the syringe and flicked away the air bubbles. After that, he sat back on the edge of the bed and rolled up the sleeve on his other arm to expose a vein. "Syl," he whispered softly, as if talking to me. "Today, the Craw family member I captured asked me if I regretted it. I said yes. He then laughed and said, 'Then why are you still alive?'"

With the fast and rhythmic tapping sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard, the white screen shows and emphasizes with bold and capital letters the word, 'DEATH''. To the shade of those merlot eyes and the hidden illusion of perfect beauty that hides in between are the shadowed eyes of a scaled serpentine dragon. The equivalent exchange of the life that draws to the written words accompanied with the meaning of, “DEATH,” Whispering the word as the eye of the dragon within her flashes in a second and reflected unto the screen, she asks. “REINCARNATION,”

"She told me there was a secondary cure. A loophole. She told me about a specific ritual involving a soaked tunic and a handful of extinct ingredients. It is the exact same ritual your scholars are desperately hoping to find in that crumbling catacomb." Cillian went entirely still. The air around him seemed to freeze. "But you are too late, Warlord." I smiled, baring my teeth in a vicious, predatory grin to hide my trembling hands. "Because the only person on this continent who knew how to harvest those ingredients, the only witch who knew how to synthesize the cure you are looking for... is dead. I drove a dagger through her heart and burned her body to ash before I ever set foot in your fr

He gives me a thumbs-up and wanders away. Callista's tiny voice comes through sobs, "Sorry..." "You don't have to be," I stroke her back with an arm, "But what happened?" She raised her head off my shoulder slightly and sniffled. "They aren't sure if they can cure me." I feel as if a bucket of cold water had been upturned over my head. "Why so?" "The magic they used came from corpses," She mumbles, her arms tightening around me. I flinch. "And it's called death magic. A Chamber of Despair is always powered by death magic, and when they use human corpses for it, the results are almost always impossible to reverse."

Seconds later, he collapses onto the floor, his whole body convulsing violently. Beatrice screams, pounding both fists against the glass. “Nolan! What’s happening to him? What did you do to him? Open the damn door! He needs help!” The auctioneer doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he calmly turns to the audience. “Well, it appears he was given the wrong cure. That vial didn’t contain the Miracle Drug.” He smiles faintly. “It contained a slow-acting poison. And I’m afraid he’s just reached its final stage.”

His voice came out in a broken whisper, his face draining of all color. "No. This isn't possible… I injected the antidote. I cured you. I cured you..." He lunged forward and started CPR. "Christina, wake up. Don't scare me like this. I won't make you apologize anymore. Just wake up. I'm a genius healer. I'm ordering you to wake up!" Sebastian begged and shouted, but the body on the bed remained lifeless. I watched from the moonlight as the once untouchable chief healer crumbled before me, utterly undone. I felt no satisfaction from revenge, only a quiet, hollow relief.

"The experiment is a success. Now, bring her to the clearing. It’s time for the Ninth Life to officially end, and the Tenth to be harvested." Julian didn't look at the trees. He looked at me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glass vial—a sedative. "I'm sorry, Elowen," he whispered. "Julian, no—" He jammed the needle into my arm before I could finish. The world began to spin. "I’m not letting him have you," were the last words I heard. "I’m ending the debt. Tonight." As I fell into the dark, I saw Julian turn toward the red lights in the trees, a silver scalpel in each hand, his body glowing with a terrifying, violet flame.

Her door was locked behind her by Prince's boys and they strangled her. They made it seem like a suicide as they hung her to the ceiling fan with a suicide note. They thought everything would end there, but as they were trying to leave her house unnoticed. The cops were coming and they was a shoot out. Several cops were killed and they finally caught the killers after shooting their legs. They were tortured to confess who sent them to kill Deborah, but they remained adamant as a loyal dog to the core and wouldn't want to breach their loyalty. Since they didn't want to reveal more information, they were prosecuted and executed. They died by firing squad and Prince was there.

She said, gulping. "You can't do that! There must be another way!" Vincent exclaimed. "We have no choice! Either we lose our King, or we do something!" Tia shouted back at Vincent. "No, we need to find another way. Maybe some of the pack's doctors can cure him," I said, trying to convince myself that there was still another way. "Sorry to break it to you, but we all know the effect of Aconite. No doctor can cure this since no one succeeded in making an antidote," Tia said, and I cried.